So, yeah, my life fucking sucks. Know how much it sucks? Read on...
Yesterday I intended to hit up the post office, and also Blockbuster (I recently tried, and subsequently canceled my membership - NetFlix is so, so, so, much better). Since I still have/had use of my brother's girlfriend's awesomely awful Saturn, I thought "hey me, this will be a piece of cake"!
Well, the stupid car had a flat. And I couldn't change it with only my left arm. So I did what I could and walked to the post office...and once there was reminded it was FUCKING COLUMBUS DAY. They still "celebrate" that? Like, really?
I could have left the POS Saturn on the street as it were...but they are cleaning the streets today, so not to incur a parking ticket, the car had to be moved. Thankfully, my buddy came over to help out. But when we went to pull the spare out of the trunk, we found, and I'm NOT joking, 40-45 empty bottles of beer.
These were not mine (I prefer cans of shitty beer to glass bottle of micro brews). Three times over, I thought I removed all of them, but again, and again, and yet again, my buddy kept finding more. Just for fuck's sake, I texted my bro's girlfriend/the owner of the car and said bottles, she claimed she was intending to recycle them. Like, really? I hardly doubt that excuse would work out if I had been pulled over by the police.
Not as a direct result, but overall, I'm honestly considering moving the FUCK out of Chicago. I've way exceeded my threshold for fucking bullshit. Although, having said that, I fear more bullshit will be waiting for me wherever I might relocate.